Write the story five words at a time

to sea, we breathe a

take a leisurely stroll on

screaming groupies trying to get

[Meece -- heehee -- I forget, I think it got zapped out with the brain rads.]

[Ruth -- love the new avatar!]

coconut oiled man-servants, but we

loyal to us...so the

We also have groupies who

(You will go to no ends to keep me out of the loop, huh, Kona?)

and beg surgeons for mastectomies

. We acknowledge our adoring fans

(Thanks Elizabeth, taken at Easter, the cute guy in the background is my son )

that our coolers are full

and the corkscrew is packed

to go all the way

earth if it pleases us

pleasure in life and we

love for them to be

Which they climbed to the